"MIRACLES CAN OFTEN BE TRACED BACK TO MAGNETS HOW DO THEY WORK IT IS A MYSTERY I CAN FEEL A LARGE MAGNETIC LODESTONE IN TOWN FIND IT AND THAT WILL BE SUFFICIENT.
The officer's moot has filled the commodore's cabin, with Smitts presiding at his desk.
"Most unfortunate that it's burned out… we're heavy right now, too many cities looted without selling… Topaz, how are we on the mint?"
"Well, we've got gold, which means we can make doubloons. On schedule, production-wise. Our other stocks are suffering, though."
Umlock growls something unintelligible and Sunnyskies translates:
"Gold is heavy, booze is not. And we're running low on rum and food."
Smitts considers it. "It's true, we normally just buy food. No point hauling it during a raid. And are there nearby cities within range?"
Al-Jinn speaks: "It would have to be something in the southern seas… Dust or Dixie."
Rusty Wrench shakes his head. "No, no."
Flux adds, "Dixie. There's no food in Dust."
Mellow Marsh responds, "Dust! They'll hang us in Dixie."
A jenny none of you is familiar with sighs, "So we're dead either way."
Smitts puts a hoof against his forehead. "I thought the point of the suggestions was to only list places where they wouldn't be inclined to attack us. Now… there's still the Aquamarine City."
"Do you think they'd let us land?"
"They let everyone land. It'll be LEAVING that's the trouble."
No one seems satisfied.>>418158
A nearby menial remarks, "They're probably all looted out, but you could look around. We've got an hour"